Fu Yue, a fallen god, a sinner ten thousand years ago.

Because she was targeted by a cold beauty, she bound the system and started to wear it…

After chasing countless planes, finally, the beauty turned black and became sick, his slender fingers pulled on his black tie, he curled the corners of his cherry red lips and approached her, “Why didn’t you run?”

“…”

Fu Yue glanced at the icy handcuffs on her wrists, and honestly didn’t act any more.